Luyện nghe bài hát Now He's Just Dust in the Wind

Out in the state of west
Old cowboys, they all 'round.
A family of friends from all
To spread his around

In the his boots were tied backwards
Buell led his up the trail.
You had to be there, he was in the air
I'll remember the of my days.

Way out in that terrain
scattered his ashes on the plains.
On a plateau,we had to let go
Of a man we were all to know.

Cowboy played fiddle
He had a tear in his eye.
A friend, he had gone but he his own home,
A god place to when he died.

Now he's just dist in the
He'd been every place I've been.
In spite of injustice he stood tall.
a done it all over again.

He was not a man of fortune
Born of a in race
and Indian, Irish and black
He was by all in disgrace.

As a playwright his addressed the troubles of men.
He won a great of his day.
But his true were always the cowboys,
You heard nothing from them but praise

The song was sung was one of farewell
Goodbye to the friend known well.
A great man had died in Texas
Gone to heaven from a lived in hell.

The cowboys' lament to his
So moved me not speak a word.
Dust in the is what he became,
I'll forget what I heard.

Now he's just dust in the
been every place that I've been
In spite of injustice he always stood
He'd a it all over again.